INT. DAY: DON’S OFFICE (SUMMER 1945) The PARAMOUNT Logo is presented austerely over a black background. There is a moment’s hesitation, and then the simple words in white lettering: THE GODFATHER While this remains, we hear: "I believe in America." Suddenly we are watching in CLOSE VIEW, AMERIGO BONASERA, a man of sixty, dressed in a black suit, on the verge of great emotion. BONASERA America has made my fortune. As he speaks, THE VIEW imperceptibly begins to loosen. BONASERA I raised my daughter in the American fashion; I gave her freedom, but taught her never to dishonor her family. She found a boy friend, not an Italian. She went to the movies with him, stayed out late. Two months ago he took her for a drive, with another boy friend. They made her drink whiskey and then they tried to take advantage of her. She resisted; she kept her honor. So they beat her like an animal. When I went to the hospital her nose was broken, her jaw was shattered and held together by wire, and she could not even weep because of the pain. He can barely speak; he is weeping now. BONASERA I went to the Police like a good American. These two boys were arrested and brought to trial. The judge sentenced them to three years in prison, and suspended the sentence. Suspended sentence! They went free that very day. I stood in the courtroom like a fool, and those bastards, they smiled at me. Then I said to my wife, for Justice, we must go to The Godfather. By now, THE VIEW is full, and we see Don Corleone’s office in his home. The blinds are closed, and so the room is dark, and with patterned shadows. We are watching BONASERA over the shoulder of DON CORLEONE. TOM HAGEN sits near a small table, examining some paperwork, and SONNY CORLEONE stands impatiently by the window nearest his father, sipping from a glass of wine. We can HEAR music, and the laughter and voices of many people outside. DON CORLEONE Bonasera, we know each other for years, but this is the first time you come to me for help. I don’t remember the last time you invited me to your house for coffee… even though our wives are friends. BONASERA What do you want of me? I’ll give you anything you want, but do what I ask! DON CORLEONE And what is that Bonasera? BONASERA whispers into the DON’s ear. DON CORLEONE No. You ask for too much. BONASERA I ask for Justice. DON CORLEONE The Court gave you justice. BONASERA An eye for an eye! DON CORLEONE But your daughter is still alive. BONASERA Then make them suffer as she suffers. How much shall I pay you. Both HAGEN and SONNY react. DON CORLEONE You never think to protect yourself with real friends. You think it’s enough to be an American. All right, the Police protects you, there are Courts of Law, so you don’t need a friend like me. But now you come to me and say Don Corleone, you must give me justice. And you don’t ask in respect or friendship. And you don’t think to call me Godfather; instead you come to my house on the day my daughter is to be married and you ask me to do murder… for money. BONASERA America has been good to me… DON CORLEONE Then take the justice from the judge, the bitter with the sweet, Bonasera. But if you come to me with your friendship, your loyalty, then your enemies become my enemies, and then, believe me, they would fear you… Slowly, Bonasera bows his head and murmurs

BONASERA Be my friend. DON CORLEONE Good. From me you’ll get Justice. BONASERA Godfather. DON CORLEONE Some day, and that day may never come, I would like to call upon you to do me a service in return. EXT. DAY: MALL (SUMMER 1945) A HIGH ANGLE of the CORLEONE MALL in bright daylight. There are at least five hundred guests filling the main courtyard and gardens. There is music and laughing and dancing and countless tables covered with food and wine. DON CORLEONE stands at the Gate, flanked on either side by a son: FREDO and SONNY, all dressed in the formal attire of the wedding party. He warmly shakes the hands, squeezes the hands of the friends and guests, pinches the cheeks of the children, and makes them all welcome. They in turn carry with them gallons of homemade wine, cartons of freshly baked bread and pastries, and enormous trays of Italian delicacies. The entire family poses for a family portrait: DON CORLEONE, MAMA, SONNY, his wife, SANDRA, and their children, TOM HAGEN and his wife, THERESA, and their BABY; CONSTANZIA, the bride, and her bridegroom, CARLO RIZZI. As they move into the pose, THE DON seems preoccupied. DON CORLEONE Where’s Michael? SONNY He’ll be here Pop, it’s still early. DON CORLEONE Then the picture will wait for him. Everyone in the group feels the uneasiness as the DON moves back to the house. SONNY gives a delicious smile in the direction of the Maid-of-Honor, LUCY MANCINI. She returns it. Then he moves to his wife. SONNY Sandra, watch the kids. They’re running wild. SANDRA You watch yourself. HAGEN kisses his WIFE, and follows THE DON, passing the wine barrels, where a group of FOUR MEN nervously wait. TOM crooks a finger at NAZORINE, who double checks that he is next, straightens, and follows HAGEN. EXT DAY: MALL ENTRANCE (SUMMER 1945) Outside the main gate of the Mall, SEVERAL MEN in suits, working together with a MAN in a dark sedan, walk in and out of the rows of parked cars, writing license plate numbers down in their notebooks. We HEAR the music and laughter coming from the party in the distance. A MAN stops at a limousine and copies down the number. BARZINI, dignified in a black homburg, is always under the watchful eyes of TWO BODYGUARDS as he makes his way to embrace DON CORLEONE in the courtyard. The MEN walk down another row of parked cars. Put another number in the notebook. A shiny new Cadillac with wooden bumpers. PETER CLEMENZA, dancing the Tarantella joyously, bumping bellies with the ladies. CLEMENZA Paulie… wine… WINE. He mops his sweating forehead with a big handkerchief. PAULIE hustles, gets a glass of icy black wine, and brings it to him. PAULIE You look terrif on the floor! CLEMENZA What are you, a dance judge? Go do your job; take a walk around the neighborhood… see everything is okay. PAULIE nods and leaves; CLEMENZA takes a breath, and leaps back into the dance. The MEN walk down another row of parked cars. Put another number in the notebook. TESSIO, a tall, gentle-looking man, dances with a NINE-YEAR- OLD GIRL, her little black party shoes planted on his enormous brown shoes. The MEN move on to other parked cars, when SONNY storms out of the gate, his face flushed with anger, followed by CLEMENZA and PAULIE. SONNY Buddy, this is a private party. The MAN doesn’t answer, but points to the DRIVER of the sedan. SONNY menacingly thrusts his reddened face at him. The DRIVER merely flips open his wallet to a greed card, without saying a word. SONNY steps back, spits on the ground, turns, and walks away, followed by CLEMENZA, PAULIE, and another TWO MEN. He doesn’t say a thing for most of the walk back into the courtyard, and then, muttered to PAULIE. SONNY Goddamn FBI… don’t respect nothing. INT. DAY: DON’S OFFICE (SUMMER 1945) DON CORLEONE sits quietly behind his massive desk in the dark study. NAZORINE …a fine boy from Sicily, captured by the American Army, and sent to New Jersey as a prisoner of war… DON CORLEONE Nazorine, my friend, tell me what I can do. NAZORINE Now that the war is over, Enzo, this boy is being repatriated to Italy. And you see, Godfather… (he wrings his hands, unable to express himself) He… my daughter… they… DON CORLEONE You want him to stay in this country. NAZORINE Godfather, you understand everything. DON CORLEONE Tom, what we need is an Act of Congress to allow Enzo to become a citizen. NAZORINE (impressed) An Act of Congress! HAGEN (nodding) It will cost. The DON shrugs; such are the way with those things; NAZORINE nods. NAZORINE Is that all? Godfather, thank you… (backing out, enthusiastically) Oh, wait till you see the cake I made for your beautiful daughter! NAZORINE backs out, all smiles, and nods to the GODFATHER. DON CORLEONE rises and moves to the Venetian blinds. HAGEN Who do I give this job to? The DON moves to the windows, peeking out through the blinds. DON CORLEONE Not to one of our paisans… give it to a Jew Congressman in another district. Who else is on the list for today? The DON is peeking out to the MEN around the barrel, waiting to see him. HAGEN Francesco Nippi. His nephew has been refused parole. A bad case. EXT. DAY: MALL (SUMMER 1945) WHAT HE SEES: NIPPI waits nervously by the barrel. HAGEN (O.S.) His father worked with you in the freight yards when you were young. LUCA BRASI sitting alone, grotesque and quiet. HAGEN (O.S.) He’s not on the list, but Luca Brasi wants to see you. INT. DAY: DON’S OFFICE (SUMMER 1945) The DON turns to HAGEN. DON CORLEONE Is it necessary? HAGEN You understand him better than anyone. The DON nods to this. Turns back to the blinds and peeks out. EXT. DAY: MALL (SUMMER 1945) WHAT HE SEES: MICHAEL CORLEONE, dressed in the uniform of a Marine Captain, leads KAY ADAMS through the wedding crowd, occasionally stopped and greeted by FRIENDS of the family. INT. DAY: DON’S OFFICE (SUMMER 1945) The DON, inside the office, peering through the blinds, following them.